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Hello readers! Sorry for making you guys wait so long, I was procrastinating on finishing this, but here it is! Before we begin, I would like to say that I don’t own these characters or you. Hope you enjoy!

Just An Experiment? (BBC Sherlock x reader)

You were curled up on Sherlock’s chair, a book cradled in your hands. The door to the flat opened and smacked the wall. You cringed and listened as Sherlock’s light, quick steps traveled up to the living room. He walked through the doorway, took off his jacket and scarf, and hung them up. Then he huffed loudly and ruffled the hair at the back of his head. He paced into the kitchen, rooted around for a minute, then stepped back out into the living room and let out a sound of distress.
You took note of your books page, closed it, and stood from your seated position. You walked over to the tall man and laid a hand on his chest. “Sherlock? What’s wrong?” He turned towards you, his eyes flashing with a mix of stress, anger, and boredom. “I’ve solved three cases today. All simple, no one noticed the obvious things! The stupidity of people makes me angry.”
You suppressed a laugh as you saw he was absolutely serious. “Oh Sherlock. I’m sorry.” You rested your head on Sherlock’s chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Tell me all about it.” Sherlock scooped you up in his arms and brought you back over to his chair. He moved your book and sat down, your legs draped over the arm of the chair as he adjusted you in his lap. You pressed a finger to your boyfriend’s lips. “Where’s John?” Sherlock rolled his eyes. “In his room, don’t worry about him.”
You nodded and got comfortable. “Was it Anderson?” Sherlock’s blue-green eyes fluttered closed then snapped open again. “It was multiple things. They didn’t notice the ring, the gardeners shoes, or the apron. They claimed it was suicide. All three of them. Wrong! Just different serial killers!” Sherlock had gone on for a half an hour. You had listened patiently and tried to keep up. Sherlock huffed, finishing his rant. “Thank you. For listening to me complain.”
You smiled up at him and pecked his lips. “No problem. That’s what I’m here for.” Sherlock nodded, his eyes slipped closed for a moment. You could feel his heart beat, slow and steady, through his button up and you placed your head near it. You snuggled closer to Sherlock, reveling in his extreme warmth. He was always wearing that bloody coat and the flat was always so cold.
Sherlock suddenly stood with you in his arms, releasing a shocked squeak out of you as you clung on tightly to him. “Sherlock what are you-“ “You haven’t been able to sleep for the past three days. Reoccurring nightmare. We’re going to sleep.” You looked up at Sherlock and saw there was no getting past it. You could claim you were fine but nothing would break the determination in his resolve. “Ok.”
Sherlock opened the door to his room and set you down in front of his bed. “Get undressed. You’ll be more comfortable.” You blinked owlishly at him for a second until he turned around and started removing his own clothes. You felt a fierce blush take over you as you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off of your legs. You slipped your shirt over your head, thankful to yourself that you decided to wear an undershirt today. You folded your clothes and slid into Sherlock’s inviting bed. The consulting detective climbed in after you.
Sherlock’s lips pressed against your ear gently. “Tell me about your day. I need you to prattle on about something until you fall asleep.” You giggled slightly, surprised Sherlock would suggest something as boring as your day compared to his. But you didn’t question the man and decided to wrack your brain for something to lull you both to sleep.
“Well, I had a lovely chat with Mrs. Hudson. She was asking about how our experiment was going and she couldn’t stop bothering me to stop calling it an experiment even though that’s what we agreed to call it. I’d hate to disappoint you.” After you had finished your little word spurt, you turned to face Sherlock. “That is what this is right? An experiment?”
Sherlock rolled his tongue in his mouth for a moment, trying to come up with something to say to the beautiful creature that lay in his arms. “Well, that is what we agreed on I suppose.” You quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean you suppose. Suppose what?” Sherlock swallowed slowly. “I know we agreed that because our feelings became mutual for each other, we would see how this would go if we were a couple. But it feels like were acting and I don’t want to act anymore.”
You felt heat rush to your cheeks as Sherlock gazed into your eyes, silver-blue mixing with (e/c). “I don’t want to continue this as just an experiment. I want it to be more. You make me so irritated when I can’t read your feelings and body language. But I can’t help and catch myself staring at you more than I should. Your beauty captivates me and it makes me feel like I need to protect you. At the same time, you have this stubbornness about you that makes me just want to devour you whole and never share you with anybody.”
You blinked slowly, trying to process what Sherlock had just said. He wanted the experiment to, well, be more than an experiment. He wanted what you had wanted all along but were too scared to ask for. You scooted closer to Sherlock and wrapped your arms gently around his neck, making sure he could pull back if he wanted to. “Sherlock, I just-“ Before you could start, lips were pressed against yours. Sherlock’s lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut gently, taking in the taste of the gorgeous man beside you. He tasted like tea leaves and a faint trace of cigarette could be found on his mouth as well. He had smoked today, not more than two, and had washed it down with tea. Your fingers weaved into the curled hair at the nape of Sherlock’s neck. Your mouth pressed against his, your lips moving in synch.
You broke apart for a breath and took in Sherlock’s appearance. His pupils were dilated and you slipped your hand down his wrist to feel his pulse. You smiled gently as you discovered it was increased slightly. You also noted the light hue of pink that had emerged on Sherlock’s cheeks. “The one and only consulting detective, blushing? The world is ending.” Sherlock scowled at you for a moment before softening slightly as you laughed.
“Sherlock, I might have to take you up on that offer to be more of an experiment. Especially if there’s more where that came from.” The man in question rolled his eyes and smirked down at you. “Only if you want there to be.” You felt a shiver run through you, despite sharing body heat with Sherlock. “Alright, alright, you win this round.” Sherlock managed a grin that lit up his whole face in a way he had only ever let you see.
You looked away for a second and frowned. “What is it, love?” You looked to Sherlock and sighed. “What are we supposed to do now?” Sherlock chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist gently and squeezing you. “That my dear, sounds like it calls for another experiment.”